Russia's part:
Me and Poland were waiting outside a crappy Café place down the street when I heard someone talking behind us.
"Hi Germa-" I said before I noticed he was with Ireland. I was one of the only countries to recognise Ireland, so he was friendly to me, but I was still shocked to see him here. I guess Poland was as well as Ireland blushed and looked away.
"Why are you here?" I asked, and I knew my accent would make Ireland more flustered.
"I-uh-... I'll leave..." he mumbled and turned around to leave, but Germany caught his shoulder.
"Don't be upset, I'm sure Rusland didn't mean that." Germany said. "Right, Russia....." I could sense the threat in his voice, but Ireland had already walked away.
"Well done, kurwa." Poland growled at me before walking into the Café with Ger. Great, just peachy... It thought as I followed them in.
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Historical FictionHello! This is an actual attempt at a good story.. So yeah.. Please enjoy. Warning: History Words in other lauguages References to depression and self-harm Swearing Britain being an ass Bad grammar If you want to find out what they mean, put them in...
